Page 8 of The Devil's Saint


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“That’s it, Angel. Give it to me. Let the devil hear you scream my name.”

She comes hard, and my cock jolts.

“That was…f-fuck. That was amazing.” She’s panting hard, trying to catch her breath.

Rising to her elbows, she sits up, clawing at my shirt, bringing me toward her.

Thank fuck she wants more.

Eyes hooded with lust, she lifts her face to mine to flick her tongue along my bottom lip. She moans.

“I want to taste myself on your lips. On your tongue.”

Desire zaps straight to my balls like they’ve been hit with a thousand electrical volts.

Never in a million years did I think my sweet Angel would be such a dirty talker.

I kiss her hard, sweeping my tongue into her mouth, pulling a lustful groan from her lips. It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. I want to grab my phone and hit record to use it as my ringtone.

Does she make the same sounds when she makes herself come? Or is it only when I touch her?

Shit. I need to get out of my head. Everything is in overdrive. My dick, my mind, and my feelings for this girl.

This isn’t just any little virgin ripe for the taking. It’s Lexy goddamn Winters—the girl I’ve been watching from the shadows for months. Every fantasy, every wet dream I’ve had about her, is about to become a reality.

My eyes squeeze closed as the genuine emotions of this moment threaten to consume me. This isn’t a quick fuck until the next. Once I do this, she will be the last girl I ever put my dick inside.

But is she ready to give up everything to be with me and only me? Is she prepared to give up everything she wanted for a normal future to be my rose?

My head swims with visions of a future together.

I’m so fucking gone for this girl that, for the first time in my life, my hands are up. I surrender to her and her alone. I’ll deal with the consequences from my father, but this needs to be on her terms. As much as I want to force her to submit to me, I won’t. She needs to tell me what she wants and give in to what I’ve known all along. That this was inevitable. That we are inevitable.

“Take it off,” she moans, breaking our kiss to paw at my shirt, sending buttons flying in all directions. It’s gone before she can even blink.

Her big blue eyes sparkle with mischief. “All of it.”

What my girl wants, my girl gets.

Begrudgingly, I leave the heat of her body to stand, discarding my clothes on the floor one by one, socks and all.

Before puberty, I was tall and skinny. Lanky even, and didn’t care much about my looks. My dad’s friends gave me shit for it all the time and were constantly putting me down. Muscles were like a pissing contest with the men I grew up around. The bigger the muscle, the more respect you earned. One day I grew sick of it and decided something had to change. I spent most of my time in the gym, hitting the weights to get strong and lean. My body slowly transformed into something I was proud of. The bigger I became, the more they began to fear me, and the girls…well, let’s just say they couldn’t get enough. So why the hell does standing before Lexy in nothing but my birthday suit send a shiver of vulnerability skittering down my spine?

The look on her face conveys every bit of appreciation, especially the way she inspects my dick, springing to full attention. Her blue eyes diverted to the tattoos on my chest, reaching out with a feather-light touch, stopping at the latest design I had recently added to the upper left side of my chest.

An Angel with bright blue eyes. Her hair cascaded down her naked chest to cover her breasts, holding a bleeding heart in her hands. Lexy.

A pained look crosses her before it’s quickly masked. The room is dimly lit, but it’s apparent on her face that she thinks the tattoo is someone else, another girl, and I want to tell her she’s wrong. That it’s her I carry next to my heart. Always.

Even if I’m not her first, it doesn’t matter. Doesn’t change anything. Although Brent assured me he was telling the truth about the two of them only being friends. But if I find out he’s lied to me and he touched her, I’ll cut his dick off and feed all three inches to him. Mind you, he did sound convincing, even if he was dangling off the school roof by his ankles at the time.

Since then, I’ve chased every other guy that I could away from her because deep down, I knew this day would come. The day I would truly make her mine.

She craves me as I crave her, but it can’t be rough the way I want it. The way I need it.

Sex is the only control I have over my life. I set the boundaries, and women are more than happy to bend forward or get on their knees to please me. But I can’t do that with Lexy.

My breath catches when she sits up, fingering the hem of her dress and pulling it over her head.

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